Unfulfillment and the slaughter of the soul

The yearning for nothigness and emptiness,
There is nothing around me, the living NOTHING,
Human vermin crawling upon the soil,
Bloodthirsting creatures with rotting brain,

I'm longing for nothingness,
Which shall murder my unfulfillement,
It shall make me feel relieved,
I shall annihilate the rest of feelings,

The icy blade of indifference hangs above my head,
I cling it close to my heart, it's my child, my killer,
It neutralizes all needs,
The waiting takes control over the cold and the body,

Before the landscapes transpires, the portraits,
Before the bleak book shall take their place in the hands,
I
'll forget all the afterglows of illusions,
Mist shall cover the biterness of the memories of this past world.